Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United States and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marmalade to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
Pole,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion,
Fluxion,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
Schoolly D,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bauhaus,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
Magazine,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
MDC,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.